Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Can,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.